Colorado Fire - Colorado Heart 2 (6 page)

"I don't want to disappoint anyone."

"Babe, trust me, you can take a break and no one will think less of you. We all need some downtime."

"I'll follow you back to the ranch house."

Zander leaned in close and brushed his lips over Marshal's cheek. "Tonight, you sleep in my room, and that's an order," Zander whispered before turning to his truck and starting the engine.

Excitement pinged through him. Spending the night in Zander's arms seemed like such a huge step, and yet he was ready for it. It would take him a while to get used to the idea of having a boyfriend instead of dating women, but no woman had ever come close to making him feel the way Zander did.

Marshal took the last bite of his sandwich before starting his truck. Telling the rest of the guys that they were together would be hard. He hoped he had their support, whatever that meant. None of them would be angry, at least he couldn’t see them being angry with him dating Zander, but he didn't know how they'd react to him being with a guy instead of a girl.

*~*~*

Billy kissed Tucker's shoulder before resting his head against the man's back. They'd been awake since six this morning, and neither one of them knew when they'd next see sleep. Grant's flight had left Heathrow at three in the afternoon London time, but his connection from Atlanta had been late. He wasn't due in until almost midnight Colorado time. Craig's trail had disappeared like they all knew it would. On the upside, the police in England were sure they'd found a guy involved in the central London bombing. Craig must have never thought they'd get caught, or he wouldn’t have left so much information openly available at that office in Leeds. Maybe he hadn't been responsible for the security of that office, but he was a part of the operation and it was poor judgment to leave information like that at risk.

Of course it suited his team and their goals. They didn't want Craig to work smartly. The dumber he became, the easier time they'd have of finding him. Right now, all Billy wanted was to snuggle in bed with his man and forget the crazy shit that happened at Wild Bluff for a few minutes.

"I love being with you," Tucker whispered.

"Mmmm, I wish we could go to bed."

"Same here, but Grant will be back soon. We'll need to debrief him and share information."

"Yeah, still, I'd love to be in bed with you, snuggling after a bit of fun."

Tucker pushed back against him and turned when Billy took a step back. He tugged Billy close once he was resting his butt against the porch rail. "I think we need to have some fun. Like now. Really, we need head to our room and let me kiss you everywhere."

Billy laughed before sliding his lips over Tucker's. The kiss continued, slow and easy until Tucker rocked his hips forward and tightened his grip on Billy's arms. The heat between them exploded, leaving Billy with wild ideas of hot sex. He grabbed Tucker's hand and led him to their room, locking the door as he shut it. They'd moved in together two days ago. Everyone knew they slept in the same bed, so they'd decided to make it official. Now all he needed to do was make it really official. Tucker had no idea he was thinking about asking him to marry him, or maybe he did.

Tucker pulled off his shirt and Billy watched the show, his dick growing harder with each piece of skin revealed. By the time Tucker looked up, his brows arching, he already had his pants around his ankles.

"Are you going to get naked with me?"

"Maybe I might just decide to stay in my clothes as I suck you dry."

"Fuck, Billy, you know what to say to make me hot."

"Yeah I do. Now take off everything."

Tucker stripped, removing every piece of clothing before crawling to the center of the bed. Billy stood above him, taking in the raw beauty.

"I want you to stroke your dick, slow strokes only because I really don't want you getting off yet."

"Yes, sir." Tucker licked his palm before placing it on his dick. He arched up into his hand on the first stroke.

"Slowly. I want you to last."

Tucker gazed up at him, his eyes were greener than normal and his face red. The man was beautiful and Billy couldn’t believe that he had him. Never in his wildest dreams had he believed that Tucker would actually be his. When they came together, it was like fireworks exploded in the room with them.

His cock grew even harder and the game they were playing was too cumbersome. He tore off his shirt and pushed his pants to the floor before straddling Tucker. He grabbed the lube off the bedside table and coated his lover's dick.

"Impatient," Tucker said.

"Just fuck me." Billy lifted his hips and sat back slowly on Tucker's cock, letting go an explosive breath when Tucker breached him. "Oh hell, that's fucking good."

Tucker's fingers dug into the flesh at his hips as he took control of the rhythm, forcing Billy to follow his lead. "You like that?"

"God yes, I love having you inside of me."

Tucker pulled Billy close, cradling his head as he rolled over. "I love you, Billy Bradford."

"I love you, Tuck."

They weren't going to last long. Sweat clung to their skin as Tucker pounded into him. "Tell me, Billy?"

"What?"

"Tell me..." Tucker let go of another breath, his body stilling as he gritted his teeth. "Marry me." Tucker jerked, his come bathing the insides of Billy's channel as he strained against him.

Watching Tucker come always did him in and he couldn’t hold back. His orgasm hit, blanking his mind and stealing his words. When he came back to earth, Tucker's chest was plastered against his, his breath hot against Billy's neck.

"Yes," Billy whispered.

Tucker kissed his neck and slowly pushed his upper body away. "Do you mean it?"

"Yeah, I do. I want to be with you forever. I love you so much."

The smile from Tucker twisted his insides and left him speechless. They were going to be married. "How the hell did I get so lucky?"

"I'm glad you kissed me that first time."

"You ran off so fast. I thought for sure I'd lost any chance I had with you."

"I was just scared." Tucker snuggled closer, kissing Billy's pecs. "So did you notice how weird Marshal and Zander were acting?"

"Weird?"

"Yeah, something is up with them. Like them together kind of thing."

Billy laughed. "Marshal isn't gay. Hell, he and Zander together, now that's funny. They're just good friends."

"We were just good friends until I let you stick your dick in my ass."

Billy pumped his hips against Tucker. "I think it was you who first claimed my ass."

"Details, details. The thing is, we were just friends too until we weren't just friends. You know, us being together is amazing."

"It is."

"So why would it be so hard to see Marshal and Zander together?"

He'd never thought of the pair as a couple. An image of Zander naked under Marshal filled his mind and he shivered. "Fuck, I'm getting horny just thinking of them two in bed together. They'd be hot."

"You're getting horny from our friends."

"Babe, I only want you, but yeah, imagine watching Marshal claim Zander. We've seen how close they are as friends, could you imagine how electric they'd be together as lovers?"

Tucker growled and pounced on Billy, tickling him and blowing raspberries on his belly. He screamed and fought, but Tucker had the upper hand and used it to his advantage. Billy was getting hard as they wrestled, which probably made him less effective. He tried to get away until Tucker kissed Billy's belly then down to his dick, wrapping his lips around Billy's hardening length and sucking it into his mouth.

Billy threw back his head and groaned. He cupped Tucker's head, pressing down as he pumped into Tucker's mouth. His balls pulled tight as Tucker gently squeezed his sack. He didn't know if he could come again so quickly, but he wanted to. Then Tucker slid his finger into Billy's hole.

"Yeah, now." He warned Tucker, dropping his hands so Tucker could pull off if he needed to. His man stayed on him, swallowing his whole load. When Tucker finally sat up, his eyes were glassy with lust.

"I love it when you hold my head down and pump into my mouth."

"God, you are such a cock slut."

"Only for you."

Tucker straddled his waist, pinning him to the bed while he stroked his cock. Billy watched in awe as his man jerked off, giving him an amazing show. They'd done this many times over the last week, Tucker spraying his seed on Billy then licking it off. He loved the tongue bath and the benefits of a boyfriend who loved to eat come. He'd been with a few guys who didn't like to swallow. It was disappointing to have to pull out and come in his hand after the guy had given good head. Of course, with Tucker, the man was so new to having sex with guys that he was willing to try anything. Billy had promised him a weekend in Colorado Springs where they could spend the entire time naked, having sex every second they were awake. He hoped that weekend came sooner rather than later.

Chapter Five

Marshal grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and stumbled out to sit on the porch. Grant would be home soon. There was a time that he'd longed for Grant to come home from missions, then Craig happened and it changed everything. He still enjoyed knowing Grant was safe, but the thrill had to die, so over time he convinced himself he wasn't excited by having Grant come home. When Craig had left, Marshal would be lying to himself if he said he hadn't hoped he and Grant might have something, but the desire and want for Grant had died long before he'd hooked up with Zander.

Had he and Grant gotten together, he wondered if they'd still be here at Wild Bluff. The hours were crazy, the work draining. Sure, they performed a service few were willing to take on. Most of the world was oblivious to what the men on this ranch really did, and they wanted to keep it that way. When stories of governments executing bad guys came out, society freaked, meanwhile they wanted peace in their neighborhoods. With the corruption in politics, there wasn't any hope for justice. The rich had the means to defeat any judgments against them, and the really bad guys were usually filthy rich. Few poor people had the resources to pull together mass bombings or put together huge human trafficking rings. Few of the poor created chemical weapons and used them against other people. Sure, the poor were targeted by the police because they were easy to catch and they couldn’t defend themselves as easily in court. The number of crimes solved went up and the local law agencies looked good on paper, but the real war on crime happened outside of local law enforcement.

The work at Wild Bluff was rewarding, leaving him mostly fulfilled, but lately he'd found everything less rewarding. Maybe Zander was right and he needed a break. Taking six months off from missions would allow his mind and body to relax. He closed his eyes, thinking about kissing Zander, touching him and holding him. The man knew how to make him hot.

He wanted more. At first, he'd not been sure about allowing Zander to touch his ass, much less fuck him there, but now, he wanted to feel the thick head of Zander's cock deep inside him. Just imagining the act made him hard.

The screen door banged closed and he popped open his eyes. Roger had two beers in hand, offering one to him. He took the bottle, grateful he wouldn't have to go in for another one.

"Are all months this stressful?" Roger stretched out beside him, crossing one long leg over the other. Marshal had always liked guy's legs but now, after he and Zander had done what they had, guy legs were even more important to him. He sat up, adjusting his cock so it wasn't so noticeable.

"No, this has been one of the more difficult times since I've been here. We usually don't have operatives shot, lose men in the field, or have guys leave the ranch then end up being terrorist. It's been a crazy month."

Roger took a swig then held his bottle on his stomach. "How do you stay sane? You've been at this for a while, right?"

"I have, and I'm not sure I'm sane. I need a break. I'm exhausted mentally and emotionally."

"Are you leaving?" Roger sat up straighter and leaned in close, his eyes wide.

Marshal smiled and shook his head. "Hell no. I just need to take myself out of the lineup for a while."

"Can you do that?"

Marshal took a sip out of the new bottle. He never done it, but a few of the guys asked to be off duty. Zander needed intense counseling after one of his missions, and he stayed off site for a few weeks, but the hell he'd gone through had been worse than any of the other guys had seen. "It's always an option. Operatives need to be at peak. If there is anything distracting you, you need to speak up."

"Yeah, I could see that being important."

"You itching to go out on a mission?"

"Yeah, can you tell?"

He chuckled, taking another sip of his beer. "A bit. I'm usually antsy to head out. I like being in the field most of the time. The ranch is great. Having support makes a difference. It's one of the reasons Duff agreed to start the ranch. You know, most assassins work alone. There is a huge amount of mistrust among them and too many end up dead before their time. The death rate is huge, either suicide or mistakes in the field. Few know the true statistics because not many people like to list assassin as their line of work, but it's bad. Duff wanted to change that. Maybe it's too crazy of an idea, trying to make assassins play fair, but we try."

Roger took a sip of his beer and relaxed in his chair. "Craig turning has to be a blow to Duff."

"Yeah, you could say that. We all thought of Craig as family. Though he was different than the rest of the guys, more competitive, and less of a team player."

"When I was serving, team was the most important thing. We didn't work to preserve ourselves—I mean there was some of that, but on the battlefield, the guys put the team first."

Marshal wished he knew what had made Craig turn against them. It couldn't have been something small or easy for him. Being dedicated to honor and justice was ingrained in Marshal's life. He would always make the choice for justice over self. That Craig had decided to go against that principle and choose evil over good baffled him.